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Poetry
Kink: a Poem
NSFW: Explicit Content Steven is 23 and works in hospitality. He serves beers and food to strangers five nights a week. He’s hoping to be promoted to manager shortly, the hours aren’t so reliable as a casual. Steven is trying to save money so he can travel overseas. He likes to finger his own asshole […]
MoreA Vicenarian Verse: The Box
I’m living inside a box It’s just your standard box Four walls Ceiling and floor. But my shelves take up space Filled with books and movies and games. Memories and photos and thoughts They used to fit inside a house I’m living inside a box And it’s getting pretty full I can’t move with all […]
MoreA Vicenarian Verse: Isn’t it Funny
Isn’t it funny how our leaders anxiously defend their rights to their citizenship of this country so they can rule over those who want citizenship for this country We are immigrants that proudly hold ancestry to another land I’m half Scottish, Irish, Italian I’ve got a bit of German I’m a quarter Pom. we cheer […]
MoreA Vicenarian Verse: The Crossroads
Robert Johnson left someone at the Crossroads The dusty crossroads Alone The dirt stained his jacket His shoes His guitar case Drops of mud The size of a 10 cent piece Form from tears I’ve left you at the crossroads But you aren’t dirty Like Johnson You look both ways No traffic, no sound, Nothing […]
MoreA Vicenarian Verse: The Blues, Baby
I’m back at the Chicken Shack Singing the Autumn blues Bass notes bend Around your blue suede shoes I’m standing with Stevie Ray Vaughan Before he takes off He’s talking about Dallas or something But you just scoff Now Crossroad Blues is playing And I’m swayin in the breeze Robert Johnson serenades As you begin […]
MoreA Vicenarian Verse: The Big Shave
I shaved my beard off yesterday I’ve had it for over six years I slowly chiselled the hair away For what used to be a big fear. I shaved my beard off yesterday But it’s not really a big deal My chin is out on display And I won’t need to wash after a meal. […]
MoreA Vicenarian Verse: Dog Diary
What’s he doing in there? What the hell is he doing in there? The door is ajar and I can hear water rushing. The drops are loud, like rain on my tin rooftop. What’s he doing in there? I smell something strong, maybe peppermint? I poke my snout in and sniff. Yep, peppermint. But what’s […]
MoreMax Chillen + the Kerbside Collective @ Black Bear Lodge, 20th Jan
Photo: Kathryn Farmer, Society of Sound When the fuck did men start carrying hand bags? Sorry, it’s not a hand bag, it’s a tote bag, but that’s beside the point. My pockets carry the necessities for a night out. What else could we need when we are out and about? Especially at Black Bear Lodge. Especially […]
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